My thoughts are too loud, they've started again
But this time it's different, or so I think
For a change, I know the reason
So at least I'm not on a ship to sink
Sometimes they feel like they're going to stop
But they just keep going on and on
Too bad there's no such thing as 'force stop'
Or is it a good thing? I don't know.
They go this way, come back that way
They go round and round in circles
Then they scream and jump and shout
All in neverending cycles
Sometimes I don't seem to know
Who I really am
Sometimes it doesn't make sense
Where I'm coming from
When my thoughts start going in circles
I need a cause to take an action
Otherwise, it'll all just pause
And everything will seem a distraction
But somehow it still feels different
Yet it all still feels the same
It's all mumbo-jumbo nonsense
Yet it all still does make sense
Overthinking, underdoing, commonalities
I just let it all run its course
Until finally, it all comes to an end
Or at least until it is manageable.
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
